Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.